The sky was a cerulean blue and the grass soft as cotton on his neck. Junmyeon looked up at the sky, fingertips playing with the grass blades.

"I don't know, are you sure grass is this soft?"

I will insert a personal note here, as soon as I feel less burnt out and sad *haha...*
Big thanks to texturedjeans for betaing, greetings for Tokki, who makes me write SuChen~

Enjoy ♡

Love,
Sugar-and-Salt ♡

♪ this fic was originally written for Exogeddon ♪